ain't sane Who you fuckin' with? Ya'll niggas wanna dead (Who?) Then wanna ride (Who?) Ya'll know the niggas who steady screamin' (Fuck you) It's murda, murda, you
{Ja Rule} Yo {01} Yooo.. uh {Ja Rule} Rule nigga Ja Rule.. 01 {01} Uh {Ja Rule} {01} Yeah It's our world.. please believe Niggas ain't real.. please
Traducción: Ja Rule. Fuck You.
: {Ja Rule} Yo {01} Yooo.. uh {Ja Rule} Rule nigga Ja Rule.. 01 {01} Uh {Ja Rule} {01} Yeah It's our world.. please believe Niggas ain't real.. please
WE RULE THE FUCKING LAND Smoke weed! Drink booze! We haven't time to lose Devious and underhanded...WE RULE THE FUCKING LAND Die by My Hand Rule The
(Ja Rule) Yo (01) Yooo.. uh (Ja Rule) Rule nigga Ja Rule.. 01 (01) Uh (Ja Rule) (01) Yeah It's our world.. please believe Niggas ain't real.. please
Heavy metal lover Women slap it, get fucked New York coppers get drunk Buckeyed vicars go slow Move your pieces, you're junk Porsche and drivers, same Jane You
all be friends Hey, bring it on baby, all your friends You're the shit and I love that body You wanna ball, explicit, I swear you're good, I won't tell nobody You
that 'Ye? Baby, these heels Is that a May, what, baby, these wheels You trippin' when you ain't sippin', have a refill You feelin' like you runnin', huh, now you
Got green, never seen, so you suck my jewels Clutch my uz', anything I touch I bruise Puff make his own laws, nigga, fuck your rules (That's right) Good fellas, you know you
you mad son! Tell them niggaz why you mad son! (OK, gentlemen please, one at a time) Tell em why you mad son, word up, tell em why you mad son! YouknowhatI
'm just trying to get my money, right Don't fuck wit my money I won't fuck wit your money If you fuck with my money I make you like one of them presidents
just how you got into debt You lost when you nodded your neck Through the vest, through the chest that you tried to protect Take the voice that you try to project, check Darin' you
floor Will you put your drink down Come and dance with me Let's hit my residence, baby it's evident That you been raising hell, I make it heaven sent M-J take you
smack your ass and break it off [P. Did] And if it's too hot for y'all? [Rhymes] You need to take it off [P. Did] In case you ain't knowin niggas we on
to be If you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin'ist Player Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor Monday night
You can't say shit about this! Huh? You just gotta keep your fuckin mouth shut!! [P. Diddy talking] You need to stop doin me, and do you - you feel me
